Chapter 2: Make Dark Fantasy Great Again (2)
It’s better to let go of everything and start from scratch than trying to maintain a life of sitting on pins and needles, constantly watching your step.
I agonized quite a bit when I decided to leave home. It was the anguish felt by my former self, which was undeniably a part of me.
-Am I giving up?
-Is it alright to never be acknowledged by any of my family?
-Even if I can’t wash away my mother’s dishonor?
As the modern version of myself with an updated consciousness, I couldn’t understand these sentiments.
Family? Why are those people my family? Does sharing blood connect you that way? What an outdated trend. You know, we bastards interpret it a bit differently these days.
And as for my mother’s dishonor? What dishonor? The shame should be on the cock who cocked around and ruined an innocent lady’s life.
The more I thought about it, the less reason I had to cling to this place, craving love and recognition. After coming to a decision, my resolve to leave home grew even stronger.
Besides, it’s not like I’m starting completely from scratch. Despite appearances, I’m still an illegitimate child of a noble family. Don’t they say even a dog in a Confucian school can recite poetry after three years?
I spent over a decade as a bastard in a noble household. Though not loved enough to receive formal education, I’ve picked up some things just by being observant.